Aug 2, 2024
Media: Acrylic
Size: 12.5x9 in
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Every time, I see a congregation of these pink flowers swaying in the breeze, I think of my grandma. She had a patch that came back year after year. We would often linger over them on our garden walks. They were very much like her, simply, hardy, and lovely. Psalm 34:5 Working on these made me think about how they are like thin, fragile, teacups. I used the white of the paper to keep them almost transparent. Every time, I see a congregation of these pink flowers swaying in the breeze, I think of my grandma. She had a patch that came back year after year. We would often linger over them on our garden walks. They were very much like her, simply, hardy, and lovely. Psalm 34:5 Working on these made me think about how they are like thin, fragile, teacups. I used the white of the paper to keep them almost transparent. |